Scars Don't Heal Themselves (TomTord)

What Happened?

Tom POV

In class, I occasionally looked over to my left at the pastel kid. He had a calm face and seemed for focused on his work. He didn't seem to care that some people were staring at him. But, I could see the fear in his eyes.

After class, I walked down the hallways and looked at the same kid from my class. I sorta peeked inside his locker while he was not paying attention. My eyes were in shock of what was inside.

There was gauze, a few pictures, and..... is that a pocket knife and is that blood in it!? What the actual heck!?

I saw him close his locker and walk away to the bathroom. I followed him and peeked through. My eyes widened as I saw him about to cut his wrists.

I burst in and tackled him to the ground while hugging him. He was shocked and tried to get his pocket knife back that I was holding. I threw it far away and hugged him tighter.

"Don't do this to yourself! You deserve to live!" I yelled as I clenched onto him. In a few seconds, he hugged back while crying into my shoulder. I rubbed his back and tightened my grip on him.

"Shhh it's ok, I'm here," I looked at him and he looked at me with watery eyes. "I-I'm sorry! I can't help it, if I'm suicidal," he cried again, but cried into my chest.

I scratched his head and rubbed his back, while telling him soothing things to calm him down.

Sorry it's short, I'm lazy right now. Fight me. Bye

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